Starlight

Whoooooooosh.

Out of the magical circles flew millions of golden threads that quickly formed in the sky the silhouette of some creature with a female figure. The silhouette had two indescribably huge golden wings that seemed to be able to cover the whole world underneath, protecting it or destroying it.

"Though I want to kill you, I must admit that you are actually strong." Amitiel said in an arrogant voice, "The last time I used this skill and my Form was when I fought against the Nameless King. No matter how strong you are, there's no way you can reach his level."

Ezrin said nothing, he just looked up, studying the golden silhouette that looked like an empty shell from Angel.

"Ignoring it, right? Well, it looks like you've already accepted your fate. Even though you are about to die, remember, until the very last moment, that it is a real honor to die from such an attack." Amitiel said with a calm look before waving his hand.